Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Drops of Summer-Majesty

The edge of earth’s easel
Is tucked to the sky
Where Green splashed with breezes
Soft-teases the eye

Far, faraway headlands
Frame Afternoon’s hold
Where Time is a medley
Of purple and gold

We live in palaces
Fit for finest king
Tromp wide-open wonder-halls
Where flower-choirs sing

Where is the grand palette
That colors the air
With sunrise and sunset
And high-noon azure?

...while we gaze, astonished
As full pictures fall
In Masterpiece workmanship
Free to one and all
For the Unseen Artist
Of sky, land and sea
Soft-spills to earth’s paper
Drops of Majesty

© Janet Martin

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